Going Through the Motions - Homework


He stood before his teacher, who currently was gazing down at him with a stern look over her too-small glasses—like he was some snotty first-grader. He nearly laughed at that thought. Because, of course, he was currently exactly that in the eyes of most people around him.

"Conan-kun?"

Argh, damn, what a drag.

He should answer her, and soon—come up with some clever but bullshitting excuse of why he hadn't done his homework. Again.

Lately, he hadn't felt like doing that anymore. It was just an endless cycle. Sorry if he didn't feel like doing exercises that he already was able to solve easily ten years ago. What a fucking nuisance.

He sighed inwardly, looking up and finding the gaze of his teacher, who was still waiting on his explanation.

Shinichi was barely able to force the small, apologizing smile on his face that felt stretched out too far before answering her.

He was sick of that too.

What a drag.